You know what this means... 

Bright lips, yes. 

Rich and Myself.... 

Amber smuggling Hayden away 

Hayden and Aunt B 

Landen and my baby Hayden 

Hayden 

Jesus Wants To Tell Me Something

Brianne, myself, Brianna Wilde, and my parents were all jam-packed in a big car. (Oxymoron? Yes, I like to confuse the hell out of you.) It's dusk and we're out in the middle of a deserted area with a big house standing in front of us. We all go to sleep in our own rooms, and I close my eyes. I wake up, and look out the no-curtained window and see a flashlight coming down the length of the house in the pitch dark. I'm scared and shut my eyes hard. It's Jesus. I see the light get brighter and brighter through my closed eyes until I'm aware that Jesus has the flashlight shining down over me through the window. I hear him walk on, open the front door, and walk into my room. I'm scared beyond reason. I hear him walk over and pick up a stack of photographs, and then rip them up and throw them on the floor.
Then Jesus leaves my room and walks out of the house.
After a while, I hear Brianne banging around in the living room outside my door. I go out, and tell her what just happened.
"No, that was me in your room."
"Then why did you tear up my pictures?"
"I never touched your pictures. I just walked in and saw you sleeping."
I run back to my room, and there are the torn pieces of my pictures on the floor.

That's Really Gross

I had this uneasy surrounding and then everyone yelled "SURPRISE" and I wasn't scared in the dark anymore.

NEAT-o 

Yessss 

Old School.... 

We'll Call It An Accident

I was right about it, and I don't know why I did it, and wow! it was a failure. Just a petty one, it isn't a huge bit of what I really wanted, but I'm not sure why that stranger keeps meeting me in my head. That birthdate keeps repeating and now I wish I could swing dance. I'm giving it a big thumbs down:

...
and for kicks:

And all the cool cats have sex in groups and I take pictures. 

them... 

YOur boobs pop out of your shirt and you make awesome facial expressions when you get hold of too much liquor. 

We're probably the coolest people you'll ever know. 

I'm Noting To Myself

I don't like talking to you.

I don't want to be the disembodied face that comes to you as you close your eyes before you fall to sleep. I want to be there.